Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 8
"No problem." Zhao Jianguo agreed readily without asking any more questions.There are so many weirdos in Ghost Controller, and taking medicine is considered a relatively normal hobby.

He issued a few instructions and then said: "It should be ready this evening. I will call you then."

"Okay, thank you." Zhang Qian hung up the phone, picked up his phone and went out to find food. He felt like he was starving to death after not eating for more than half a day.

Huacheng is a giant city, but unfortunately Zhang Qian lives only in the old city, so he always thought that his home was an ordinary family.Until his father made a phone call and arranged for him to be admitted to the best mental hospital in the city, where he lived in a luxurious single room.

But I have gotten used to it after so many years. At least the people in the old town are quite welcoming and the neighbors are familiar to me.

Zhang Qianqing found a noodle shop in the community and ordered a bowl of the most popular beef noodles.

The boss wiped the table and asked curiously, "Xiao Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time. You haven't come back since the holiday. Where have you been?"

"I went on a trip to the mountains..." Although I was staying in a mental hospital.

"More walks are really good for your health." The boss brought the noodles to Zhang Qian, which also came with a fried egg. "Eat slowly. If you don't have enough, add more."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Li."

Zhang Qian took out his mobile phone to log in to the forum, and browsed the posts while eating.There are all kinds of posts from these ghost masters, and since they are anonymous, everyone can speak freely, so it’s perfect to use them for dinner.

However, because the threshold is relatively low, most of them are meaningless discounts.Some are comparing the terror of their own ghosts, and some are bragging about how powerful they are. Only the occasional gray-white portrait can prove that they are not a group of lunatics.

"Shock!The United States actually did this in the face of the ghost church! 》

The exaggerated title aroused Zhang Qian's curiosity. He clicked on it and discovered that it was a video.

In the video, there is a small church. The outer wall of the church is covered with moss and mottled, and it looks very old.At the door of the church, a vague figure stood there, seemingly praying devoutly with his hands clasped together.

Eerie yet sacred, strange yet solemn, even through the video Zhang Qian can feel the terrifying sense of weirdness.

Suddenly, a dark B2 bomber roared past in the sky and dropped a bomb, accurately hitting the church.

The flames of the explosion engulfed the church, causing the video camera to shake.

When the angle of view finally stabilized, the flames gradually dissipated.The explosion site was a scorched earth, but the church still stood in the flames. Such a powerful bomb did not even scratch off a piece of the wall.

At the end of the video, the dark figure standing at the door of the church slowly walked out and approached the camera in a flash.

"Zizzi-"

At the end of the video, Zhang Qian smoothed the hair on his arms and said, "Is this a powerful ghost? It has actually shrunk to the point of shrinking into an inch. Sure enough, not every ghost is as useless as the ghost hand."

The sense of oppression was too strong. If it was the first time he encountered a ghost of this level, Zhang Qian wouldn't even have the confidence to escape, let alone subdue him.

But the comments under the video are full of joy:
"Brothers, is it fun for me to steal U.S. military secrets for everyone's fun?"

"What a strong ghost. Fortunately, he didn't show up here."

"I announced that I will be the church leader from now on. Who is the butcher? I'm really unfamiliar."

"Stupid dog upstairs, the identification is complete. Every weird technological method can't solve it. What's so special about this church?"

"When will the official come up with a classification of fierce ghosts, and give those of you who are competing against each other a good treatment?" "..."

"Zhang Qian?!"

Zhang Qian was watching intently when he heard someone calling his name from behind. When he turned around, he realized it was a girl with long black hair and straight hair.

"Long time no see. I can't find you after my senior year in high school, and I didn't come to the class reunion. What are you busy with?" The girl greeted enthusiastically, sat down opposite Zhang Qian with her suitcase, and said to the boss at the same time, "Li Uncle, please give me a bowl of beef noodles, I’m almost exhausted from driving.”

"Okay, come right away."

"It's been a long time indeed." Zhang Qian put down his chopsticks with a solemn expression, so who is this person?Although the other party is definitely a beauty, Zhang Qian has no impression of her.

"How about it? I've changed a lot, haven't I?" As if she noticed Zhang Qian's confusion, the girl smoothed her hair and said, "I'm Yu Xin."

"?" It was difficult for Zhang Qian to connect the radiant and energetic girl in front of him with the silent high school classmate who wore glasses before. Did she go for plastic surgery?
"Long time no see, you have become much more beautiful now." Zhang Qian sincerely praised.

"Thank you. I have to learn to dress up after the college entrance examination." After taking the interview, Yu Xin continued, "It's hard to catch you, why don't we get together? Everyone misses you."

"Come on, boss, how much is the total?" Zhang Qian took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay, "You eat slowly, I'll leave first if I have something else to do."

"Hey, so soon? Do you want to go out to play later?"

"Next time, bye." Without waiting for her answer, Zhang Qian got up and ran away.How is women’s cultivation important?Even beautiful women!
After returning home and meditating for several hours, Zhang Qian finally received a call from the headquarters and took a special car to a place similar to a factory.

An old man in his [-]s stood in front of a pile of medicinal materials, holding a small book in his hand and sketching something from time to time.

"Mr. Zhang, this is it." The entourage saluted and stood waiting at the door.

When the old man heard the noise, he looked at Zhang Qian and nodded, "Yes, he has some heroic spirit."

He originally thought Zhang Qian was a middle-aged man in his 40s or [-]s, but he didn't expect him to be so young.

"Tell me, what kind of medicine do you want?" The old man finished counting the medicinal materials and promised confidently, "The preparations here are complete. You can have whatever effect you want."

"Really?"

"That's natural. I, Wang Shijin, still have a well-earned reputation outside." Seeing that Zhang Qian didn't believe it, the old man immediately introduced him, "I know a little bit about whether it's about warming and dispersing knots or tonics, and even about nourishing yin and nourishing the kidneys. I will also take a few tonics."

"Then I'll be relieved." Zhang Qian began to make requests to the old man, "I need a medicine that can enhance my internal strength."

Wang Shijin paused, "Are you here to entertain me? Although Chinese medicine has many effects, it is absolutely impossible to enhance Lao Shizi's internal strength."

"Hey, you really can't." Zhang Qian sighed. It's a pity that the senior is still in a coma, otherwise he wouldn't need to ask for help from the headquarters. "I'd better wait for others."

"What do you mean by that?" Wang Shijin felt insulted when he heard this. "The principle of refining medicine is just to take the essence and remove the dross. Is there any medicinal material in this world that can increase internal strength?"

"Well... don't tell me." Zhang Qian took out the gold box from his backpack and opened it, revealing a slender palm. "Why don't you see if this thing can be used as medicine?"

(End of this chapter)